projectiles of the Ukrainian army in the center of Gorlovka. Two rules-headed heads pressed each other, green grass and blood on it seem unrealistic bright. I received a picture, you can say, the National Title is "Gorlovskaya Madonna". That day, at least 20 people died in Gorlovka.

I managed to talk with a girl, the last one who saw Christine was alive. At the time of the shelling, they were near. Her husband is Yulia Kurenkova, then she was only 15 years old. That day changed her life, later on his VKontakte page she wrote status - only two digits: "27.07," and never changed it. I look at Blonde's big blue eyes, I will not come to mind that this very girl experienced terrible injuries and more than 30 anesthesias, except that the look is serious, and some not youthful collections and seriousness are felt immediately.

On July 27, we decided to take a walk with each other. They sat on a bench in the center of the city, the communal survey. Dima on this day was going to leave for Odessa, where he worked on, came to Gorlovka for three days to submit documents in the technical school, - Julia makes a pause and continues. - He did not have time just a little. At 14.00 he left the bus. And at 13.00 the first explosion rang out. And then also. Under us trembled. Gorlovka was fired on Dzerzhinsk, where the Ukrainian army stood. We jumped up from the benches and ran, as it turned out, right on the explosions. I heard the fragments knocked on asphalt, at some point Dima fell. That was one of the first shelling of Gorlovka, we did not know that in such cases you need to fall on the ground. At this point, Christina with a girl in his arms ran away to meet us. Suddenly, a bright flash hit the eyes and pushed me into two meters into the air. I fell on the left side, and I had a scary hum.

After some time, Julia tried to look around, but the melted eyelashes were died. She hardly opened his eyes. I felt burning in my face, hand, leg. Strange, but no sounds were no longer, their place was ranked ringing silence and only quietly falling the leaves, smoothly dropped on the grass, as in slow motion ...

"She was still alive"

I saw Christine in front of him, "Julia says. - She was ruined in the shreds of the leg. But she was still alive. And he repeated all the time: "Kira, daughter, Kira, daughter!" And she whispered the curse to the murderers.

I got up, staggering on my feet, and she made a scream of horror from my appearance. I could not resist and fell. Only then saw that the jeans was torn, and an extensive wound gaps in it. In the head pounded: "This is not me. This is a dream. So does not happen. That's impossible. Now I wake up. "

But it was not possible to wake up.

The girl saw her backpack, who threw off her, things were scattered far around. She crawled to a backpack, found something to somehow rewind the leg. I wanted to call the "ambulance" - the phone disappeared, it cut off with jeans. Then she closed the wound and got up to find at least someone who helps them. Contused, she did not understand where to go. And just beat forward. Random passerby brought it to the hospital, which was quite nearby. Strange, but Julia, who grew up in this city, did not remember this. And when it came to the building, she could not understand how to get there.

I shocked my doctors, "the girl remembers. - The burnt (later I was stated by 15% of burns), with a burned hair, I went into the receiving rest in the blood. I saw a couch and just fell to her without strength. The doctor asked how old I was and, having heard the answer, went to the sideline and regulated obscenely. I told that I got under the shelling that my friend and mother with a child remained there. They are still alive, they need to help.

I repeated it all the time. Later I learned that that day was saved by Kiru, a little girl, but another. Then I have not yet knew that Dima killed there.

Mushroom Cossack

Yule Pokololi anesthetic and began to tie up when bandages ended, the sheets went to move. The shelling of Gorlovka did not stop and therefore the doctors of all patients were launched into the basement. It was in the basement in the dim yellow light of the Lamaric lantern to her did the first operation to at least close the edges of a huge wound on the leg. Operating table represented old sofaAnd from other patients it was burned with blankets. In the day, it was able to send it together with other children to Donetsk traumatology, and Mom went nearby. And endless operations began, dressing under anesthesia, and then without it. All the body and face of Julia were in small fragments that needed to be removed, and the size of the torn wound on the leg was 26 cm for 16 cm.

After all, I have a whole face since childhood in freckles, and now there are no them on the burnt cheek, only on the one hand remained. All procedures I was patiently endured, "she admits. - You know, my doctors even called the Cossack for courage. I was afraid of your screams to distract doctors from work, and therefore all the dressings took place silently.

And on August 7, her, together with the mother and other children, Dr. Lisa from the shelled Donetsk to Moscow in the Roshal clinic. All this time, they, internship, were not deprived of attention. Strangers brought things, products, and most importantly, supported morally.

For them, it was a shock to see children crippled war. How is it possible? In the XXI century! - Julia splashes his hands. - But I was a living testimony. It was felt that they want to ask me and fear to hurt questions. Delicacy, the support of Russians helped us a lot.

Only there the girl learned from the Internet about the death of Dima, Christina and Korhki. All this time, relatives hid it from her.

Christina (left) and her daughter Kira who died during the shelling of Gorlovka July 27, 2014

I will be a doctor

Julia since childhood was engaged in sports and ballroom dancing, and now, despite the wound, continues to dance for himself, at home and at school. She significantly fell vision, hearing in the left ear did not recover. But Donetsk character gives himself to know. At the moment, she is preparing for exams and dreams of entering the Moscow Medical University. And even took part in the school concert on the last call.

I want to get a doctor's profession, I don't see myself anywhere else. But the stethoscope is now incompatible with the consequences of injuries, she calmly states. - And because of all medical specialties, I dream of dentistry. It was not easy to adapt to the Russian training program, because the house was almost an excellent, but I coped.

Today, the girl has certain problems. So, Julia left for 15 years and has not yet received a passport, and in the Russian Federation the passport is received from 14 years. Will this be an obstacle to entering a medical university, is unknown. In addition, mom and brother can not yet find a job in Moscow. And it is still early to return home, Julia is not ready for it physically (there are still operations) or morally.

I'm afraid to hear the sounds of explosions again. This is scary. Dad then more than once came to the place of the tragedy. That shop, with which we ran away from Dima, the road - everything was in human remains. And my things found there even a week later, "she says. - We live here in the House of Mercy. By the way, all my relatives are Russian. And I myself was born on the day of Russia. So we are at home.

Julia Andrienko

Illustrations: Denis Grigoryuk / Gorlovka, 2016

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"Who gave the order to kill my children?"

With Natalia and her younger daughter Darya, I met at the Kiev railway station. In the look of a beautiful, once happy woman, today - deep pain, sadness and emptiness. On a notebook sheet, she wrote a letter to Marina Poroshenko and, sitting in the waiting room, plunged into the painful memories of two weeks ago.

"Life stopped and nothing else"

"If this is not an ATO troops, then let them prove"

In Kiev, I arrived on August 1 to find the perpetrators in the murder of my girls. The first thing went to the presidential administration, under which the mother's mother stood. I wanted to talk to them. I brought photos of your girls, I wanted to talk with mothers, I wanted to say that we have the same mother in the Donbass as they, whose sons are going to fight. But I did not let security, although I said that I just want to talk with mothers. In response, I was told that they guard the president from terrorist attacks. But why president is protected from me, and the president did not save my children? The fact that the president gives orders to kill my children is considered normal in our country? Why can't we just live, raise children, just breathe? People shoot, people kill people, people are poured their grind in tears. Some after the death of their relatives sank hands, they do not know how to act and how to live with it. Many have come torture. I can't accept. Because my children lived in the Legal State. Without a declaration of war go some martialctionsAnd they are shot. Why do all our rights violate? Announce the war, evacuate the inhabitants and fight. But this does not happen. People are thrown.
Many believe, since we are from the Donbass, since we stayed there, it means that we have some point of view. And no one knows that people just want peace. Many people even have nowhere to leave. Many older, many with kids. And they are simply bombed from the "Grads" from the air, in different ways. I want to know who then led the shelling in Gorlovka. I assume that the ATO troops shot, but if this is not the case, let them provide evidence. Like ATO troops and the Troops of the DPR. Let them provide evidence of their guilt or innocence. I want that the ATO army provided evidence that their Grad installations did not work on Sunday, on July 27 at 14:00 and did not lead the shelling of our city!
I have already written statements in the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the fact of the murder of Christina and Kira, as well as on the dissemination of photographs from the place of the tragedy. He wrote a statement to the SBU relative to the death of Christina and Kira "on the fact of a terrorist act."

I want them to think about whom they bombed in these cities. Why do not conduct any other operations? And what is this state that did not defend my rights and the rights of my children to life? Why such a power, if people do not need? State without people? They themselves kill us! It's just shooting.

I really want the mother and relatives of the dead connected so that they also wrote statements and fought. I am preparing to appeal to the military prosecutor's office. In Kiev, I helps me a lawyer Sasha Palestkaya, thank you so huge. After all, everywhere bureaucratism, you need to know the forms of statements, so that everything is done correctly.
- This lawyer advised you to contact the SBU with the formulation of the statement "on the fact of the terrorist act"?
- Yes. But she always advises with someone. After all, such statements are first declared. Even in the SBU, taking our statements, did not know how to design them and how to register. Also in the police - even the higher bosses were consulted, how to execute, because the war had no war before and the state did not shoot people earlier. But since the state allowed himself such a liberty as a massive murder, let them give explanations.

P.S. From the author LJ: I also apologize to those who have the name of the nominal "Gorlovskaya Madonna" seemed to be sacred. In justification, I will say that I took the phrase in quotes. In addition, according to the word Efremova, Madonna - a woman who is the embodiment of beauty, chastity and meekness. And according to the dictionary foreign words - Ancient appeal to a woman in Italy.

23-year-old Christina with a 10-month-old daughter of kira died 07.27.2014 in the town of Gorlovka Donetsk region during the art print ukrainian army Grades

Oleg Russians. "Gorlovskaya Madonna ... conscience"

I'm not bastard and not a tiller,
It seems like everyone else,
But ... somewhere Gorlovskaya Madonna,
With my daughter, falls on the grass.

Somewhere for kilometers thousand
Tanks volley bout focus,
And fragments of "hassle" carved
Whose little, peaceful, courtyard.

Somewhere beasts in human appearance
People choose life
And I sit at home usual ...
I ... healthy quite man!

There is a Girl twenty-year-old
Closes his daughter
And in the eyes there is a light ... And I
They can't help them!

And comes in the night bottomless,
From the translated far away
In my sleep, Gorlovskaya Madonna,
With a dead daughter in hand ...

Know, our killers find
Min and bombs how much you want tons,
And still have to die
Many hundreds of other Madonn.

But what kind of sadness do you?
You can not live tuma.
"Defender's Day" notes,
And be proud that you are a man ...
…

Somewhere Gorlovskaya Madonna,
With my daughter, falls on the grass ...
And I live myself as I live,
And not bastard, and not a scam ...
08/09/2014

Kristina's mother tells.

On that day on July 27, I was at home, it was Sunday. Our suitcases stood for several days collected on the threshold, but what day we could not leave Gorlovka. Where they will not call, in boarding houses or other places, everywhere with a small child did not take. And the last two days and the trains did not go. I was ready to run out of the house on the road, catch some kind of car and negotiate, so that we were taken from the city at least somewhere.

She is in the phone from joy: "Hurray! - Screaming, - Kiryusha, we are leaving tomorrow! Hooray, grandmother, we are leaving! ". I asked her: "Christina, and where are you? "In Square," she replied. "Stay in place - I say, and as soon as these words said, Square began to bomb the" hail. "

It was the first shelling of the city from these installations. Explosion behind the explosion, fire, smoke and that's it. My world sailed in front of my eyes. I ran out of the apartment outside with the screams "Kira! Kristina! Kira! Kristina!". While Duchela, in the square was already quiet. He did not find their children. Falling through the funnels from shells, I disassembled herring with my hands, I was looking for toys, but, without finding them, I thought that everything was in order. I had the only idea that they were in bomb shelter.

I, I ask: "Have you been?" People seeing that I was in a panic, stuffed me inside, saying, they say, yes, the kids were. There was no light in the bomb shelter and I, run there in the dark, touched the head of every person, shaking people by hand, told them. I was looking for my children and screamed: "Kira! Christina! ", - Nobody responded. All overrun, in every corner screamed and called their children. Then someone came out of shelter and returned with a woman doctor. She slipped me with something with the words: "You excite them all here." And then I was told that everything is fine with my kids, and only a child coughed.

After a couple of hours, when the salts were silent, we left the bomb shelter, and I ran into the children's clinic, because we have everything there: our house, school, square, children's and adult clinics, Lord, Morg. In the children's clinic they told me that I looked in an adult. I rushed there.

And then the flurry of calls from acquaintances began: "Go to the morgue, go to the morgue, go to the morgue." They saw photos of my dead girls on the Internet. The photographer from the "Correspondent", which was at the site of the events and took off my dead girls, immediately posted pictures on the network. It was hell. In the morgue, I found my girls and found. Identified ...

And then again the bombing and it is a bomb shelter, from which no one was released all night. In the morning I went again to the morgue. But I was not given to pick them up home. "Why, so that your children bombed two times?" - told me physicians. At least home gave them to take them ... No, the girls were taken immediately at the cemetery immediately.

July 29, my girls were very quickly buried. I was hurried all the time: "faster, faster," they were afraid that they would be bombed again. And then - everything! Further, life stopped, and nothing else. Everything is emptiness. Then you just have a wolf and nothing circle. Nothing at all.

Christine Zhuk was 23 years old, her daughter Kiru is 10 months old when they were killed in Gorlovka. The young mother was so buried with a baby in her arms. The terrible tragedy then excited the world, flew around the whole world, and the dead Christina was then called "Gorlovsky Madonna."
2 years after the murder of the "Gorlovsky Madonna" ...

On July 27, 2014, the city of Gorlovka was subjected to a massive shelling of Ukrainian security workers. The installation of the Hallery Fire "Grad" was pasted. As a result of the shelling of Gorlovka from heavy guns for the period from 27 to 29 July, 100 people were injured, 27 more died, four of them were children, reported in the city council. Christina Zhuk and his daughter were among the dead. A snapshot from the Square on Rudakov Street, on which the dead Christine and Kira were captured, laid out on the Internet Blogger Oleg Zhelyabin-Nezhinsky.

After filming at the place of the tragedy, he instantly laid out photos in Facebook, as a result of which in a couple of hours they scattered online around the world, but without his signature. The photos then appeared in the publication already with the signature of Zhelyabin-Nezhinsky. Mother the deceased girl Later contacted him, asking him to remove the pictures, but to no avail. However, now it is no longer in his power. And not in someone else. The photo began to be known to almost everyone, it was repeatedly copied and published.

In his statement in the press, Zhelyabin-Nezhinsky reported that he came to Gorlovka in his own aspiration to remove the truth about the war: "I squeezed my teeth did what I came - not to blame someone, or seek to blame, but to show people the truth - what to live with ordinary civilians during this war. ... But someone gives orders and outlines goals. Someone considers acceptable "accompanying victims among civilians." Here we must reach them, let our condemnation begin to save innocent lives to all the world. ... do not stay indifferent. Imagine yourself on the place of those people on the houses of which the shells fall. After all, they can turn into your direction. "
It is difficult to disagree with these fiery lines. However, to straight "Kiev", when it comes to the victims of the art freshet and about who in these victims is willing, Zhelyabin did not dare or not wanted ...

What happened after that?
Later on the Internet, information about the personality of the deceased girl appeared. She had a page VKontakte. Her Nick Christina Sergeevna. Judging by her blog This is Christina Beetle. She was 23 years old, on September 6, 24 had to be fulfilled. Her daughter was called Kira, and she was 10 months old.

On the network on the page she laid out her photos - scattered straw hair, bangs to the eyebrows, a gentle adorable smiling face - and her baby in a lace envelope.

Christina lived in Kiev, he came to the mother in Gorlovka. Women were going to leave the city due to the worsening of the military situation, departure was already scheduled. However, it turned out that not destiny. Now Christina will remain in Gorlovka forever, - she was buried along with her daughter at the local cemetery, on the fear of the new actuat, on July 29.

Mother Christina: "Almost no one came to the funeral, because mostly everyone left, and those who remained, just afraid of bombing. I gave your girls myself. "

The mother of "Gorlovskaya Madonna" wrote a letter of mother of Poroshenko's mother.
A resident of Gorlovka, who has lost a 23-year-old daughter Kristina and a 10-month granddaughter Kirira, photograph whose photograph of the whole world, demands to find and punish the guilty.

***
"Who gave the order to kill my children?"

"Life stopped and no longer anything"

- Natalia, accept my condolences! If in the forces, tell me what happened in that tragic day when your children died?

- That day July 27, I was at home, it was Sunday. Our suitcases stood for several days collected on the threshold, but what day we could not leave Gorlovka. Where will not call, in boarding houses or other places, did not take everywhere with a small child. And the last two days and the trains did not go. I was ready to run out of the house on the road, catch some kind of car and negotiate, so that we were taken from the city at least somewhere.
But suddenly a man called me who took people from Gorlovka and said that he would take us in the morning of the next day. Our apartment on the 8th floor of the house in the city center, large and spacious.

It was the first shelling of the city from these installations. Explosion behind the explosion, fire, smoke and that's it. My world sailed in front of my eyes. I ran out of the apartment outside with the screams "Kira! Christina! Kira! Christina!" While Duchela, in the square was already quiet. He did not find their children. Falling through the funnels from shells, I disassembled herring with my hands, I was looking for toys, but, without finding them, I thought that everything was in order. I had the only idea that they were in bomb shelter.

I, I ask "kids?" People seeing that I stuffed me in a panic in a panic, saying, they say, yes kids were. There was no light in the bomb shelter and I, run there in the dark, touched the head of every person, shaking people by hand, told them. I was looking for my children and screamed: "Kira! Christina!" Nobody responded.

All overrun, in every corner screamed and called their children. Then, someone came out of shelter and returned with a woman doctor. She slipped me with something with the words: "You excite here everyone here." And then they told me that with my children everything is fine, and the child only poured the pen.

After a couple of hours, when the salts were dull, we left the bomb shelter and I ran into a children's clinic, because we have everything there: our home, school, Square Children's and adult clinic, Lord, Morg in this area. In the children's clinic they told me that I looked in an adult. I am there. And here began a flurry of calls from friends: "Go to the morgue, go to the morgue, go to the morgue." They saw photos of my dead girls on the Internet. The photographer from the correspondent who was at the site of the events and took off my dead girls, immediately posted pictures on the network. It was hell. In the morgue, I found my girls and found. Identified ...

And then again the bombing and it is a bomb shelter, from which no one was released all night. In the morning I went again to the morgue. But I was not given to pick them up home. "Why, so that your children bombed two times?" - told me physicians. At least home gave them to take them. No - from the morgue girls took immediately on the cemetery.

July 29, my girls were very quickly buried. I was hurried all the time: "faster, faster," they were afraid that they would be bombed again. And then - everything! Next, - life stopped and there is nothing more. Everything is emptiness. Then you just have a wolf and nothing circle. Nothing at all.
Politicians decided that I could not be neither my mother nor a grandmother that we could no longer rejoice in nor laugh. We all deprived us. I went out, ran out. All night after the funeral I slept on their grave. After all, what is the difference, it's still bombed everywhere!

- The photographer who took out these photos and laid out on the network, after what happened to you?

- We contacted him. They asked him to remove these photos, but to no avail. This is Oleg Zhelyabin-Nezhinsky, a blogger who is published on the correspondent. He took the pictures of the tragedy and instantly laid them out in Facebook. Literally in a couple of hours, these photos scattered on the network worldwide. Somehow, he gave an interview with the BBC - Ukraine, which expressed his chagrin that photographs in the media and on the Internet are published without signing his name as the author.
Zhelyabin took off our deceased girls, posted them on the ferris of the whole world, but it worries him only, the fact that the photo is not signed by his name! He does not care what these terrible photos, hurt us and now it is almost impossible to remove them. They are literally in all social networks, on Odnoklassniki, in Facebook, Vkontakte ... We wanted to submit it to the court, but we know that it would not affect him, lawyers can protect him and we will not achieve anything. Photos, he continues to publish on his Facebook page in an enlarged size. I did not want to see them as such. They were fairly beautiful and smart girls.

"If this is not an ATO troops, then let them prove"

- I arrived in Kiev on August 1 to find the perpetrators in the murder of my girls. The first thing went to the presidential administration, under which the mother's mother stood. I wanted to talk to them. I brought photos of your girls, I wanted to talk with mothers, I wanted to say that we have the same mother in the Donbass as they, whose sons are going to fight. But I did not let security, although I said that I just want to talk with mothers. In response, I was told that they guard the president from terrorist attacks. But why president is protected from me, and the president did not save my children? The fact that the president gives orders to kill my children is considered normal in our country? Why can't we just live, raise children, just breathe? People shoot, people kill people, people are poured their grind in tears. Some after the death of their relatives sank hands, they do not know how to act and how to live with it. Many have come torture. I can't accept. Because my children lived in the Legal State. Without the announcement of the war, there are some fighting, and they are shot. Why do all our rights violate? Announce the war, evacuate the inhabitants and fight. But this does not happen. People are thrown.

Many believe, since we are from the Donbass, since we stayed there, it means that we have some point of view. And no one knows that people just want peace. Many people even have nowhere to leave. Many older, many with kids. And they are simply bombed from the "Grads" from the air, in different ways. I want to know who then led the shelling in Gorlovka. I assume that the ATO troops shot, but if this is not the case, let them provide evidence. Like ATO troops and the Troops of the DPR. Let them provide evidence of their guilt or innocence. I want that the ATO army provided evidence that their Grad installations did not work on Sunday, on July 27 at 14:00 and did not lead the shelling of our city!

I have already written statements in the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the fact of the murder of Christina and Kira, as well as on the dissemination of photographs from the place of the tragedy. He wrote a statement to the SBU regarding Christina and Kira's death "on the fact of the terrorist act".
I want them to think about whom they bombed in these cities. Why do not conduct any other operations? And what is this state that did not defend my rights and the rights of my children to life? Why such a power, if people do not need? State without people? They themselves kill us! It's just shooting.
I really want the mother and relatives of the dead connected so that they also wrote statements and fought. I am preparing to appeal to the military prosecutor's office. In Kiev, I helps me a lawyer Sasha Palestkaya, thank you so huge. After all, everywhere bureaucratism, you need to know the forms of statements, so that everything is done correctly.

- This lawyer advised you to contact the SBU with the formulation of the statement "on the fact of the terrorist act"?

- Yes. But she always advises with someone. After all, such statements are first declared. Even in the SBU, taking our statements, did not know how to design them and how to register. Also in the police - even the higher bosses were consulted, how to execute, because the war had no war before and the state did not shoot people earlier. But since the state allowed himself such a liberty as a massive murder, let them give explanations.

"Girls of their myself buried"

- You say that girls did not see after the shelling. Do you know who transferred the body of your children?

- It was a local resident Sergey. He passed by and, having seen my dead girls on earth, gathered them and took them to the morgue. He said in the morgue, so that the girls were not disconnected. I turned to people via the Internet to find it and found. He came on the funeral day. Then I did not specify his name, I only know that his name is Sergey and he has three children - boys 14 and 4 years old and a girl is 13 years old.

We were convened with him, but from August 5, he no longer comes into contact. I really want to find him again and never lose again. I am very worried about him, because there again bombed. For me, this man became very native, and I again lost it (crying). While I was there, he himself called me every day. After all, when the girls were killed, I was not able to think about something at all, besides the day and night in bomb shelters. Even at identification in the morgue, I was not from home, but from bomb shelter. For the funeral, almost no one came, because mostly everyone left, and those who remained simply afraid of bombing. Girls are His self buried.

- Natalia, tell us what were Christina and Kira?

- We always lived very happily, and in our house there were always laughter and friends. Girls studied, engaged. We never quarreled. Let the town be small but lived happy life. Christina was a clever. Graduated from our Gorlovsky Institute foreign languages. I wanted to achieve a lot in my life. Girl loved his dyflower, she wanted so much and was waiting for her birth. Another when she went with the tummy all the time said: "When Korchki appears." She knew how baby would call what she would be.

When Korkie was born, Christina did not let her go. Kira without the end of the song sang - I woke up in the morning and screamed from the bedroom: "Ba! Ba!" - And the songs began to sing. We have all the neighbors laughed, because from the first day we constantly sang the songs. Neighbors asked, they say, who sings you there? I sang, Christina sang. French songs put the Korchka already singing potholes.

With six months, we were waiting for her all the time of the tooth. In the morning we get up and look in the mouth, in the hope of seeing to see. They never cut down. The doctor told us all the time that the children without the toys do not happen, they say, stop watching and they will grow up. But they did not grow up. Until now, the feeling that they just went out to walk and now return, and I will raise in the evening that, they say, you have come back so late, because it's time to swim. Every time they were delayed, came and shouted: "Hooray! Grandma, we learned to crawl!" Or "Hooray! Grandma, we learned to walk!", "Hooray! First wreath Splla!".

Kirchka just learned to walk. In this square, they walked 2-3 times a day, from there almost did not go out, there, in this grass they learned, and crawl, and walk. They lived in this square and died there.

Kristinka all the time hurried to live. She so wanted to live, all forward and forth. Even korchak, our born she was born ahead of time - on the eighth month of pregnancy ...

- How do you cope with this tragedy?

- Fall in the grass and in a wolf, and when people appear, get up and hold. Carnation I leave and again I will and I will. Previously, everything was necessary: \u200b\u200bI'm going through the store, and the hairpin was needed, and the toy. And now - emptiness. You go and nothing, nothing at all (crying - approx. Auth.). You don't have neither, nor drink, nor this beauty you need. And these children ... Circle children. Dasha managed to take out two days before what happened and send to Kiev to the student hostel, where she learns. She when he learned that Christina and Korchki died, Navier shouted that he hated people. On the phone wept, why she in Kiev. Rushed back to Gorlovka, I wanted to throw my studies. That night, when I spent the night at the grave, Dasha could not get through to me. And the next day in tears says: "Mom, I will come." And then my heart almost stopped at all. "Dasha," I say - I will take the phone, just do not come here. " And when the telephone connection disappeared, I fled from all my feet to the track where there was a connection. I was afraid that she was about to gather and arrive in Gorlovka. I was afraid and losing her. After all, we have with Dasha, except for Christina and the dyfroke there are no more nobody, nor grandparents. No relatives. Only we had each other, I, Dasha, Christina and Korchki. Now we stayed in this world with Dasha together.

Somehow I read one of the comments of Marina Poroshenko, in which she says that her favorite care of making husband and children. Ask Pani Marina, and now I care about me, when my children killed? She thanks Ukrainian mothers, for the fact that the sons of patriots were raised. Why are the sons of people's deputies and others who occupy high positions are not there in the war? Why do they send boys who do not understand anything? It is very important for me to see my letter. It is somewhere she comes to work, somewhere does something. I just want it to read my letter with questions that I want to ask her.

Dear Marina Pani!
Killed my kids! Killed my ptashchek, my ballobs. Ask your husband, why?
Why, when your children have the opportunity to laugh, learn ... My kids deprive the right to rejoice, love, right to breathe, right to life?
Why? My dear, why?
Why my ptashchekes, my dodbs, brutally kill, tear into pieces of their body, their hearts?
Who gives such orders? !!!
Which beast does not have a heart, there is no sound reason? !!! Why is not afraid of neither maternal tears, nor curses? !!! Why solves the fate of many people? !!!
Ask, my dear!
Who needs such integrity of the Power? Power, which sends their sons to war to fight with their brothers. Power, which orders to kill their daughters! Power, which does not respect mothers, takes the most expensive. Ask.
Mother brutally dead girls.
Mother Natalia

(Hence)

At the first lady of Ukraine, the case is more likely than the suffering of a woman who lost daughter and granddaughter. According to "Vesti", Petro Poroshenko's spouse posed for six hours for a fashionable magazine photographer, which arrived specifically from London. In the embroidered red. Like the blood of young children ...

"All the best children." Inscription on Ukrainian shells for the Gaubitz. A man sitting next to the shells cooked to kill the kids Donbass - Azov grouping.

Blogger El-Murid reported that the furious militia was confused by the prisoners of Ukrainian punishers-artilleryrs.
But even if it is true, then the killed young mother with a small daughter is no longer back ...

From Kristina's blog:

Earthlings have no money to deliver water into the arid areas of the earth, but there is money to search for water on Mars ...
After that, it is worth a question: is there a mind on earth?

While a person feels pain - he is alive. While a man feels someone else's pain - he is man.

After filming at the place of the tragedy, he instantly laid out photos in Facebook, as a result of which in a couple of hours they scattered online around the world, but without his signature. The photos then appeared in the publication already with the signature of Zhelyabin-Nezhinsky. The mother of the deceased girl later contacted him, asking for him to remove the pictures, but to no avail. However, now it is no longer in his power. And not in someone else. The photo began to be known to almost everyone, it was repeatedly copied and published.

On the network on the page she laid out her photos - scattered straw hair, bangs to the eyebrows, a gentle adorable smiling face - and her baby in a lace envelope.

Mother Christina: "Almost no one came to the funeral, because mostly everyone left, and those who remained, just afraid of bombing. I gave your girls myself. "

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"Who gave the order to kill my children?"

"Life stopped and no longer anything"

- Natalia, accept my condolences! If in the forces, tell me what happened in that tragic day when your children died?

It was the first shelling of the city from these installations. Explosion behind the explosion, fire, smoke and that's it. My world sailed in front of my eyes. I ran out of the apartment outside with the screams "Kira! Christina! Kira! Christina!" While Duchela, in the square was already quiet. He did not find their children. Falling through the funnels from shells, I disassembled herring with my hands, I was looking for toys, but, without finding them, I thought that everything was in order. I had the only idea that they were in bomb shelter.

And then again the bombing and it is a bomb shelter, from which no one was released all night. In the morning I went again to the morgue. But I was not given to pick them up home. "Why, so that your children bombed two times?" - told me physicians. At least home gave them to take them. No - from the morgue girls took immediately on the cemetery.

- The photographer who took out these photos and laid out on the network, after what happened to you?

"If this is not an ATO troops, then let them prove"

- This lawyer advised you to contact the SBU with the formulation of the statement "on the fact of the terrorist act"?

"Girls of their myself buried"

- You say that girls did not see after the shelling. Do you know who transferred the body of your children?

- Natalia, tell us what were Christina and Kira?

- We always lived very happily, and in our house there were always laughter and friends. Girls studied, engaged. We never quarreled. Let the town be small, but lived with his happy life. Christina was a clever. She graduated from our Gorlovsky Institute of Foreign Languages. I wanted to achieve a lot in my life. Girl loved his dyflower, she wanted so much and was waiting for her birth. Another when she went with the tummy all the time said: "When Korchki appears." She knew how baby would call what she would be.

Kristinka all the time hurried to live. She so wanted to live, all forward and forth. Even korchak, our born she was born ahead of time - on the eighth month of pregnancy ...

- How do you cope with this tragedy?

(Hence)

"All the best children." Inscription on Ukrainian shells for the Gaubitz. A man sitting next to the shells cooked to kill the kids Donbass - Azov grouping.

From Kristina's blog:

Earthlings have no money to deliver water into the arid areas of the earth, but there is money to search for water on Mars ...
After that, it is worth a question: is there a mind on earth?

While a person feels pain - he is alive. While a man feels someone else's pain - he is man.

Seedling